Moving On

Not a star,
plucked from nights sky,
could flame your eyes.

Shutter-down,
its been some time
since with mingled
in that crowded room
of colour-

where
despite the hustle
and snap of life
we met
and froze a world
perpetually spinning

and for three long happy years
we held gaze,
each day
unearthing something new
as though
scientists
dizzied by daily discovery-

the starburst of
freckles on your right
shoulder. Stubborn strand
of hair falling
from your ear
down
onto the cusp of your lip.

All I have now are recollections
tenderly placed
in that vacant space
where the true
you once lived.

Susan Jarvis
Heart-achingly beautiful. Soul-touchingly affecting. Poetry at its finest.

Fay Slimm
Filled with the pathos only you can produce with your talented pen Vince. Excellent in presentation and content.

Lynda Robson
So lovely albeit sad too, tfs